Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
OMG I'm so sorry it's been over a month forgive me bbgs
Not edited cause I'm lazy 
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"Finn likes Diet Coke, right?" Ben says, searching through the fridge for some as you hear a knock upon the door."
The open floor plan leaves everything visible from the kitchen to the front entry. 
"I never said I was inviting Finn over."
Ben's stomach plummets as the door swings open to reveal Toro, who leans in to kiss you, but you push him away. "That's rude."
Ben is surprised. He thought you'd do this to get back at him. 
Really, you genuinely believed he knew Toro was coming to your place, and you and he would be alone. It's not a dig on Ben, nor did you plan to fuck toro in Ben's place, you simply did not want to be alone, alone with your thoughts. 
"Sorry," he says, "I didn't think he'd willingly invite me over:"
"Why wouldn't I?" Ben replies. 
You and Toro exchange a look. Has Ben decided to pursue acting now? 
"I'll leave you guys be." Ben says leaving the drinks on the island before heading up to the rec room. 
You do feel a slight sense of guilt. Were you too petty? Should you have declined Ben's offer? Or simply cancelled instead? 
Toro pokes your cheek. "Stop frowning. Your face might stick that way."
"You sound like an old man," you retort lightly. 
"I'm a lot more virile."
You roll your eyes. This man is rarely serious.
Toro stretches as he walks over to grab your drinks. "This AC is way cooler than mine."
"Right?" You say. 
With Ben out of the way, he pulls you in for a chaste kiss. 
You melt into his arms, and he assumes whatever happened today was a repeat of last night. He puts his drink on the floor by the couch, and squished your cheeks with his hands. "Why do you torture yourself?"
"You know I can't say no to him." You whisper, afraid Ben may overhear. 
"If I swing that way, I'd feel the same." Toro says, a little too loud. 
You place a hand over his mouth and he falls back onto the couch, taking you with him. "That was way too loud."
"Calm down, I don't think he has supersonic hearing."
You sigh, and his face softens. 
"Lay down," he says, "I wanna talk to you."
In this heat, the cool tile floor is much more __ than the plush couch, so he sits with his back against the couch and your head on his lap. He tenderly brushes your hair aside as he tells you about his week, everything you've missed since he saw you last. 
This is something you like about him. The way he can take your mind of things and lift your mood is nearly magical. In no time, you're giggling, entranced by the stories he tells. Laughing at all of his awful jokes. 
As the conversation slows, he bends down to kiss your lips. He pulls you up, and you end up on his lap, and it deepens. 
Between kisses, he asks you about what exactly happened this morning. "He did all that and stopped?" Toro asks. 
You pull away from him. "I think he's old fashioned, or just doesn't see me that way."
"An old fashioned person wouldn't finger them while you're watching tv or nearly take you in the kitchen counter."